I'm afraid of myself

A vast ancient road forms an endless semicircle along the mountain line. In addition to the chirping of birds and insects and the occasional lost hare passing by, only colorful butterflies are flying and falling on the blooming wild flowers beside the road.

This is an ancient stone road built by unknown who built it that year. The bluestone slabs were washed clean by the falling rain, and heavy dust was deposited day after day.

The commonly seen sparrows supported the breeze and fell to the ground to peck the grass seeds and then flew away halfway. The two figures gradually became clear from one end of the road.

The person at the head is wrapped in a leather jacket, with snow-white skin. He moves gracefully when he raises his head and lowers his head. The luxurious jewelry randomly draws an arc along his neck, making him more angular and noble, like a son of an aristocratic family. Endowed with extraordinary strength of character.

The person behind has no thin skin and looks like a standard monk. He smiles slightly and bows his head compassionately, as if the Buddha in the sky is watching things quietly.

Such two people, the latter followed the former, and the former said something, which caused the other person to look back in surprise.

Obviously, such a pair is Ji Wuxia who separated from He Jinyang and the others.

Du Ku has never talked much, precious and not expensive, and his words are sharp and sharp. Therefore, Ji Wuxia, who loves to make trouble, loves to tease him the most, and it is best to tease this great monk beyond his control.

Today was the same as in the past, Ji Wuxia started, and slowly told the story, using various ups and downs of the story to provoke Duku or surprise, or move with a smile.

Because only in this way, he will feel that the person in front of him will not ascend like a Buddha.

He is still the great monk who likes to call him Little Plum Blossom.

Even if people come and go, the world has been going on for thousands of years, Buddha Guanglai is dead, and the monk named Duku is here at this time, but Ji Wuxia just knows that he is still him.

Du Ku turned his head just in time to see a trace of sadness in the corner of Ji Wuxia's eyes turned inadvertently, and he didn't need to think to know what Ji Wuxia was thinking at this moment.

In this regard, he will not open his mouth, because the Buddha does not allow him, and he will not give an answer, because the way of heaven is not allowed.

The shackles are deepened, whether the light comes or the hardships are overcome, practice for generations, cultivate the body for generations, and cultivate the mind for thousands of years.

Ji Wuxia.

He silently recited the name he had given Xiaomeihua in his heart, closed his eyes and shook his head through the bitterness, there were some things that he shouldn't think about, all he could give was to be with him in this life.

No one knows what price the tenth Buddha who is destined to become a Buddha must pay to reincarnate with his memory, and what kind of purgatory he has survived to walk quietly beside Ji Wuxia, ignoring his destiny.

There was silence for a while, and I heard the chanting in my ears.

Du Ku searched for his reputation, and the pleasant voice came from a bird that was pecking at food stupidly.

Ji Wuxia smiled lightly and said, "Do you think it looks like you?"

Du Ku was taken aback for a moment, and changed the subject decisively, because if he continued, he had no doubt that Ji Wuxia would turn up the old score again!

"Speaking of..." The deep and deep voice of the Buddha sounded, and Ji Wuxia's ears turned red when he heard it. Du wryly smiled at him and said, "Why were you so angry a few days ago?"

When this matter was mentioned, the shy demon immediately looked annoyed, and looked at Gu Gu Du bitterly, and snorted coldly: "Because the world is going to be chaotic."

Du Ku: "..."

Ji Wuxia: "No, maybe it can't be messed up..."

He really didn't know what he said, Du Kuben asked in a low voice with the kindness of the common people, "No time."

"I know!" Ji Wuxia gritted his teeth. Ever since why didn't he send an urgent letter for help a few days ago, telling him the truth, he has not been in a good mood. Being able to think of this shit again, he tightened his lips, endured and endured, and said angrily: "He actually concealed such important news! Not only did Ling Chengfeng not die, but he actually possessed him right now. He actually didn't disclose such a big news!"

Du Kuting was confused, but he still knew Ling Chengfeng.

"Shenfeng Xianzun?"

"Yes!" Ji Wuxia took a deep breath, and said coldly without concealing the truth: "Do you dare to believe it? The great suzerain of our admonishment sect, the head of the righteous way, a calm-minded and well-organized person actually went to the upper realm to die. After the death of the immortal, the immortal spirit possessed him, so that he has now become a puppet!"

Du Ku opened his mouth, and just about to say something, the venom that Ji Wuxia had planned for a long time gushed out.

"And this idiot actually wants to do it alone! That is the character who subdued all demons back then! He is the only immortal who ascended in the daytime because of the demon slaying! He actually wanted to seal the remnant soul again by himself! I knew it would definitely fail, but that guy insisted on waiting for a complete failure before thinking of asking us for help, I dare you! What did Xie Yanlai think, to choose him as a partner!"

Ji Wuxia didn't know that Xie Yanlai and Why Buzhuan were childhood sweethearts, this time he was more angry than his voice, if he was told that Xie Yanlai might go into danger because of this, he might ignore it and join the Admonishment Sect.

Du was bitter and stupid, seeing him angry, he could only comfort him with his eyes and calm his anger with silence as usual.

Not to mention, this trick is really useful for Emperor Mei Xue.

Ji Wuxia took a deep breath, shook his head, pressed his throbbing temples, and tried his best to make a long story short about uniting the three of them to deal with Wu Xiangtian, but Ji Wuxia, who was devoted to cleaning up the Demon and Buddha series, did not expect that the two of them The little friends are more messy than the other, and none of them agree with him.

It's like Xie Yanlai knew that behind the disappearance of the two worlds of immortals and demons, there was a god of wind and immortal master who was making troubles, but he didn't know that Ling Chengfeng was actually possessed by He Buwan, and he usually couldn't come out.

Why Buwan knew everything, but he didn't have a channel to spread the news, and his means of doing things were all arranged privately while resting with the fairy soul attached to him, and he didn't even have an ally.

The three people at the top of the cultivation world seem to be in the same heart, but in fact...that's what happened.

That's how it was done, and now the chess game is still there, but it has become a mess.

Black pieces and white pieces, big dragons, rivers and mountains, are placed there in a mess. The dragon cannot move, the mountain cannot move, and the chess player cannot move an inch.

Especially at this time, there is still a god of wind and immortal who can completely ignore the rules and raise his hand to lift the plate. Everyone doesn't know what to do.

Ji Wuxia thought about the current situation, and blurted out a wry smile.

Du Ku hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Wuxia shook his head: "Originally, I approached He Jinyang with a wait-and-see attitude, and later Yanlai played a role in it, which made me prefer him a little bit, but now it seems that he is the only one who can break the realm of cultivation. chaos."

Du Ku: "What do you mean?"

Ji Wuxia looked in the direction of Tianbang thoughtfully.

"In any case, why not be sure that there is no urgency for Shenfeng Xianzun, then it means that we still have a chance, and now only Qiyi He Jinyang can surprise us."

Du Ku frowned, and said with disapproval, "What do you want to use He Jinyang for?"

Ji Wuxia looked sideways at him, and said with a wry smile: "It's not that we use him, but whether he is willing to help us, because there is nothing I can do."

It can be seen that it is really uncomfortable to let this far-sighted and far-sighted Mozun, who has a long-term vision beyond the entire cultivation world, sigh like this.

Du Ku looked at him quietly, although he knew little about it, but because he knew Ji Wuxia knew the weight of his words, for the first time, he held his palm regardless of etiquette, and tapped lightly on his palm.

"Don't worry."

Ji Wuxia was stunned by this action, but he reacted very quickly, benefiting from Du Ku's usual stimulation to him, when he saw a chance, he quickly returned his grip, his five fingers were slender, and their roots were intertwined tightly. Ku raised his head, and a slanted face was in front of his eyes.

Ji Wuxia said: "I'm not worried, who is going to worry?"

A once-in-a-lifetime show of weakness.

Du Ku sighed softly in his heart, instead of stopping Ji Wuxia's movement, he said with a warm eyebrow, "I'll worry about you, is that okay?"

Ji Wuxia blinked, and suddenly a gust of hot air rushed to her face, and the tightly clasped hands struggled to break free and pressed her face and turned her head.

Of course Du Ku would not go after Meng Lang at this time, but the blush he could see through his black hair was enough for him to apologize to the Buddha in his heart.

I don't know the origin of the love, and the love is deep, life after life, for thousands of years.

"This is what you said..." Ji Wuxia, who had sorted out her emotions, turned her head, raised her eyebrows, and said in an arrogant tone: "Don't go back on your word!"

Du Ku usually looks quiet, but his actions are very decisive, like at this moment, how could he not know the shyness in Ji Wuxia's heart, raised his hand and smoothed his black hair that fell on the side of his face behind his ears, Expose the two red ears, revealing the friendship without a doubt.

Emperor Mei Xue's ears are crystal clear and round, and his complexion is fair and good looking. It looks like the best sweets. If you think about it, it would be extremely delicious to hold it between your lips and teeth.

When Ji Wuxia hummed softly for this, Du Ku softly said: "Of course not."

The sudden recovery made Ji Wuxia speechless for a while, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't disappear. He even thought that even if the cultivation world was destroyed in the next moment, he would feel indifferent.

Because he caught this man.

tight.

Battle of the Heavenly Rankings.

The golden glow in the sky is dark and bright, and there will often be a large area of ​​golden flowers flying around the four pillars. These little things that seem to be the essence of life will light up the divine beasts carved on the pillars one by one.

Qinglong, Suzaku, White Tiger, Xuanwu.

Thousands of years have passed since the last Tianbang battle, and among the four pillar gods, only Suzaku ignited the sacred flame, making the Southern Tianzhu completely different from the other three parties, full of spiritual crimson.

In contrast, the three divine beasts were as dim as death, and now they seemed to be given the opportunity to breathe repeatedly, absorbing the scattered golden flowers in the air.

Unknowingly, the pattern on the Tianzhu began to brighten from the eyes, and the man who saw this change in his eyes had a pair of unexpectedly indifferent eyes.

Although the purple brocade clothes are noble, they are extremely inconsistent with this person, spirit, emotion, and appearance, like a high-ranking emperor wandering in the world in white clothes.

Gao Jie's white clothes are misty and auspicious, the light gold is naturally noble, the long hair like a waterfall is casually scattered, thin, and if Ling Ran's gaze is tangible, it must be like flying snow floating in the world. If someone can describe the invisible temperament, it must be a person. The sword is frosty and cold, full of brilliance.

But no matter how much praise, it will be another feeling when he starts to move.

God.

The beauty is in the bones but not in the skin, and the king has spirit regardless of spirit.

What this sentence means is that what a truly noble person looks at is the innate god, not the so-called noble temperament.

No matter how arrogant the temperament is, people will comment on it, but the extremely dignified majesty cannot even be seen directly, let alone commented on.

This man who silently looks at the sky list gives people the feeling mentioned above.

No matter how poetic a talented person is, there is no pen and ink, such a "spiritual" person who writes comments without words.

By now, you should know who this person is.

Even if he has a why not stubborn face.

Full of violations.

Standing motionless among the unevenly scattered bamboo landscape trails, the falling half-yellow leaves fell into the depths of the earth's shadows, the forest leaves were transparent, and small spots of light fell all over the ground, forming traces like net holes, and there were many falling on his hair. On the top, it emits a transparent shimmer.

There is no one in the sky and on earth who can possess such a look, if there is, it must be the Divine Wind Immortal Venerable.

"Is it about to start? This fateful reincarnation."

Ling Chengfeng's use of He Bujian's body can't show a ten-thousandth of his expression, but his luxurious and indifferent tone of voice is scattered in his ears like clouds and wind, and when he listens carefully, only the lingering rhyme remains in his heart. Aftertaste in every possible way.

Just as he was talking to himself before dissipating in the air, a gust of wind blew without warning, clearing the fallen leaves on the ground and leaving a line of words.

"Is it too late to stop now...?"

Ling Chengfeng read this sentence, his expressionless face was indifferent.

"Want to stop me?" he said.

The handwriting on the ground disappeared, and a new line appeared, as if an invisible pen was talking to it.

Ling Chengfeng actually chatted with a gust of "wind".

His eyes swept over the ground, and he collected the content he had written. He replied without concealment: "You will stop me, other people will stop me, many people will stop me, even the world is also stopping me... "

Before the next gust of wind came, Ling Chengfeng spoke sharply, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.

"And yet I did."

Raising his hand, looking quietly at the palm of this body, he brought up another topic without warning.

"You, do you think He Jinyang will bring you hope and save the world?"

The wind became noisy.

Ling Chengfeng sighed suddenly: "Wrong, big mistake, he and I are the same...exactly the same..." Chewing his lips and teeth, there seemed to be an unknown chill in his heart.

The wind started to get restless.

"He should have reached the top of the Tianbang by now?" Ling Chengfeng said: "Who do you choose to follow him? It must be the devil, right? It doesn't matter, I won't be angry, but certain things will definitely happen, he is not always I don't know."

The wind suddenly became restless, blowing away a large number of fallen leaves, and two sentences were written sharply on the ground.

What's the meaning?who is he!

Ling Chengfeng's stern eyebrows suddenly softened, and he seemed to have a smile, and the corners of his mouth curled up for it.

"Yes, you don't know anything, but you are the ones who don't know."

The manic wind blew towards Ling Chengfeng fiercely, ruffling his long hair and flapping his robe, proving his anger with the strength of the wind.

The bright and dark bamboo forest became dangerous under the strong wind, and the rustling echo passed through the dense forest where no one lived, eerie and terrifying, driving away all living things.

However, Ling Chengfeng never cared about these, just as he never compared his enemy to a person, he used "them" or the world from beginning to end to prove how hated he would be if his purpose came true.

Really, he never cared.

But it was such an understatement that made Feng furious. If he was in a human body, his fingers would tremble, his whole body would tremble, and he would try his best to kill someone. It's just a "wind" that doesn't hurt.

"Why don't you be stubborn, will you believe it? I appear here, he appears here, the so-called prophecy is just to fulfill a fact."

"I will be unforgivably guilty."

Ling Chengfeng calmly seemed to say that he would eventually be the king, but in fact, He Buwan, who used his last strength to send out part of his soul, knew that this person would never be what the world imagined.

No blood, no tears, ruthless desire.

He is as cold-blooded and cruel as the sword in his hand, the cruelest tyrant and the most ruthless immortal.

Since Ling Chengfeng didn't do anything, he sealed himself in the bamboo forest when he did it. He usually only uses the wind to convey his emotions. Why not stubborn? At this time, he just wants to know more, but no matter how much he knows, he can't tell Xie Yanlai to ask for it. Be careful with He Jinyang.

He Jinyang is definitely not the savior they thought!

Strange star, strange star, both good and evil!

How could he never have thought that he has never seen good and evil in his eyes, and he has never seen the world in his eyes, which is also the so-called right and evil!

Why don't you be stubborn right now, the last time he felt this way was when he woke up Ling Chengfeng, but this time...but he didn't strictly stop Xie Yanlai from falling in love with He Jinyang.

Ling Chengfeng calmly looked at the breeze who seemed to have lost his purpose. He didn't know why he was thinking about something, but he knew that this person must be thinking wrong.

Looking into the distance again, Suzaku's totem seemed to be so vivid and spiritual as if it had come off the pillar, and the other three pillars were also flickering and dimming, as if absorbing vitality.

Although the Tianbang battle is a battle to be promoted to the king, it is only an incidental purpose. The real purpose is to use the cultivation of the tens of thousands of monks who died in the Tianbang to nourish the Tianzhu and awaken the gods bound on the Tianzhu.

The accidental return of Suzaku's bloodline in the previous session accelerated the speed of the Southern Lord's awakening. Otherwise, the four gods of the south, east, west, and north should have awakened at the same time this session. Now it seems that the plan may be destroyed by those who participated in the Tianbang this time.

Ling Chengfeng, who was thinking about these things unhurriedly, did not sound as annoyed as expressed in the content.

"Forget it, it will always be as I think."

No matter how fierce the wind becomes at this moment, the Divine Wind Immortal Venerable has the confidence not to be afraid of any accidents.

After all, there is only one Ling Chengfeng in this world.